“Oh, sir, I didn’t know it was you! What can I do for you, sir? Are you coming by today?”
I chuckled. I loved the way my staff sucked up to me. It was always an ego boost.
“Actually, I was wondering – is Carina in today?”
“Who?”
“Carina,” I said impatiently. “You know – that cute little thing. Black hair down to her ass, those big dark eyes.”
“Oh, you mean Cosetta.”
“Yeah, whatever,” I said. “She in? I wanna talk to her?”
“Sure, sir, I’ll go get her. May I place you on hold?”
I chuckled. “Of course,” I said.
There was a rustle and a pause and a quiet beep on the line. Seconds later, a girl’s smoky, dark voice filled my ear. My cock swelled inside my trousers and I had to work hard to keep from groaning.
“Hi Mr. Amoruso,” Cosetta said. “You were looking for me?”
“I was,” I said. “How are you, honey?”
“I’m good,” she purred. “I’m not in trouble, am I?”
I laughed out loud. “Baby doll, why would you be in trouble?”
“I don’t know.” Cosetta giggled. I got the sense that if I actually spent any time around her, she’d be annoying as hell – the kind of girl who never stopped giggling or tossing her hair. But usually those girls were amazing in bed, and I couldn’t stop thinking about how it would feel for her sweet little mouth to suck me off until I was groaning.
“Well, I was gonna come out there and see you today,” I said. “Sadly, business got in the way. You workin’ tomorrow?”
“Uh-huh.” Cosetta giggled again.
“Well, I might just drop by,” I said. “And Cosetta?”
“Yes sir?”
“Don’t wear panties.”
“Sir,” Cosetta said. “You’re making me blush.”
I grinned. There was nothing like a girl fawning all over me to make me feel better.
“Good,” I said. “I’ll be there. You behave, okay?”
“I will, sir.”
I hung up without saying goodbye. When I glanced up, I noticed that Tony still wasn’t back. I checked my watch – now, it was quarter past six. With a frown, I started the car and drove towards the warehouse. Maybe Sil was so sore over this that he told Tony to take him home, I thought. What a coward. I’ll speak to him in the morning – he can’t treat me like this. No one can treat Alessio Amoruso like this and get away with it.
My stomach clenched and I shifted in the seat nervously. As I pulled up, I saw Tony’s car. Tony wasn’t behind the wheel, and I heard yelling and shouting.
I shifted my car into park and leapt out, grabbing my gun and clutching it in my sweaty fist. Angry voices
were yelling back and forth – I recognized Sil and Tony.
“Silvio?” I yelled, jogging close to the docks. “Sil, where the hell are you?”
“Alessio!” Silvio yelled back. “Stay the fuck away!”